The Lightning Wolf Chronicles Novel

Chapter 115: How Much Did She Drink? $ . 76%E Evelyn's POV "So the witch's name is Mia?" I massaged my temples, trying to focus through what felt like cotton stuffed in my brain. The room seemed to be doing a slow spin around me. Conrad stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching as Aria and I wobbled our way down. 'Sentinel rituals don't usually knock people out this long," he said, concern edging his voice. "Might be because you're both young. Aria just hit eighteen, which is the standard starting age.

And you," he raised an eyebrow at me, 'should be worrying about prom dates and math tests, not field missions." "Never cared much for that normal teen stuff anyway, I muttered, attempting to stand straight but my legs felt like they'd been replaced with jelly. "Since we were just talking about drinking, Conrad said, guiding us both to the kitchen, 'now's actually perfect timing for some hands-on experience. On missions, a lot of intel exchanges happen in bars.

You need to know how to look ke you're drinking without actually getting drunk.' We sat obediently on kitchen stools while Conrad unlocked a cabinet and pulled out various bottles and glasses. "Each type of booze has its own profile," he explained, lining up glasses like a bartender. "You need to know three things: which drink fits which situation without drawing attention, how to pace yourself so you don't get sloppy, and how different stuff hits your particular system." He grabbed a clear bottle first. "Vodka. Basically invisible and pretty tasteless in mixed drinks.

Good when you don't want people knowing what you're actually drinking." He poured tiny amounts into shot glasses. "Just take a small s to get familiar with it." I cautiously tasted the liquid and immediately felt like I'd swallowed fire.? "God, that's awful!" I sputtered, coughing. "People seriously drink this for fun?" *Tons of them," Conrad laughed. "Now try whiskey, should be easier." He poured amber liquid over ice cubes.

"Sip it slow, let it sit on your tongue before swallowing." Following his instructions, I found the whiskey gentler, with a smoky warmth that spread from my throat to my stomach. The second sip wasn't nearly as shocking. "This one's better for longer conversations, Conrad explained. "You can nurse on glass for half an hour without looking weird. He showed us how to mix several basic cocktails, pointing out the most common party drinks and their kick. Remember, werewolves process alcohol faster than humans, but we've got limits on.

Your new marks will affect how you metabolize it." I was listening carefully when suddenly the room tilted. I grabbed the table edge or support. "Whoa, that's... weird,' I heard myself slurring slightly. "That's the alcohol hitting your brain, Conrad nodded. "Affects balance and reaction time first, then judgment. 'Why's my head feel all fuzzy?" The room swayed gently, and everything seemed oth duller and sharper simultaneously a bizarre contradiction. Aria, meanwhile, was clearly enjoying herself. "This feels awesome! She giggled,er cheeks flushed pink.

Finally something that makes you loosen up, Evie.' 1/3 09:49 Mon, Jan 12 76% Chapter 115: How Much Did She Drink? 'Not sure I like this. I tried standing but nearly toppled over. Conrad steadied me with a firm grip. "Sit down, shorty," he pushed a glass of water into my hand. "Drink this, and you need food. Booze on an empty stomach hits twice as hard." I was about to protest when the front door opened. A familiar voice called from the living room: "Conrad? You here? Mia sent word the ritual's complete." Alpha King Nathan!

I instantly tried to straighten up, which only made the room pin faster. 'In the kitchen, Alpha King," Conrad called back, embarrassment coloring his voice. Alpha King Nathan walked in, and seeing our condition, his surprise quickly melted into laughter. I thought they needed rest, not a crash course in mixology?" "They need to understand alcohol for missions, Conrad defended, quickly pulling food from the fridge and making sandwiches. "I'm totally fine!" I attempted to sound professional, but it came out sounding like a squeaky toy. Alpha King Nathan raised an eyebrow and turned to Conrad.

"How much did she Have?" "Just a few sips, sir. First-timer, so it hit her harder." "Interesting," Alpha King Nathan sat across from me, studying my reactions. "Given your special toxin metabolism, I've always wondered how alcohol would affect you." "What special metabolism?" I asked, instantly distracted by the sandwich Conrad placed before me. "Ooh, food!" I devoured it, amazed that with each bite, the fuzzy feeling diminished. By the time I finished, my head felt almost completely clear. "That's incredible, Conrad said, eyes wide. "She metabolized the alcohol just from eating?

Even for werewolves, that's unheard of." Alpha King Nathan nodded thoughtfully. "Confirms my theory. Your body has exceptional resistance to foreign substances. It's why silver powder only left surface damage without poisoning your bloodstream." He leaned forward. 'Evelyn, as a Sentinel, understanding your abilities and limitations is crucial. You've just discovered something valuable - you can purge alcohol effects simply by eating. During missions, that's a serious advantage." The blizzard kept us trapped in the safe house for weeks afterward.

Conrad used his time to intensify our training, focusing heavily on shifting techniques and testing our alcohol tolerance further. We tried everything from spirits to bee and my pattern held consistent with food, I could clear any amount of alcohol in minutes; without it, I'd need about an hour. Aria needed longer to recover, though she still handled it better than any human ould. Our training ramped up considerably. We shifted multiple times daily, running though the enclosed area near the safe house. My wolf grew stronger during this period too.

The shifting pain gradually lessened, and the transformation becne smoother and faster. The most satisfying change was in my physical appearance. Seven months ago, arrived as that skinny, undersized girl. Now my body showed defined muscle tone. I'd put on almost ten pounds of pure muscle, with elegant, powerfulines across my shoulders and back, and firm, springy muscles in my legs. Even relaxed, my stomach showed subtle definition. Standing before the mirror examining these changes, I couldn't help smiling. Orig always complained I was too thin, saying I needed more muscle to protect myself.

If he could see me now, he'd definitely nod in approval. 2/3 09:49 Mon, Jan 12 GB The Lightning Wolf Chronicles admin